I guess I haven’t written much lately. Seems like I haven’t got too much to say. I mean, nothing out of the ordinary has happened in the past few days and I’m pretty much just stuck in the mire of the day-to-day school routine. I was thinking about it in my car tonight and I’m stinkin’ tired of engineering. Not college, but engineering. It’s just so drab to me. I guess my main problem is that I’m in too deep now. After this semester, I’ll be packing about 115 credits–about 30 shy from the big G–and I could never convince myself to change my major now. Besides, English prof’s are lucky to start out at 30 grand a year and the prospect of landing a great job behind a desk (a la Office Space) makin’ 70 grand a year is just too appealing.

See, I like to occasionally humor myself and imagine what it would be like if I were an English major. I guess the up-side would be that I could occasionally use my right brain and do a little thinking on my own. The down-side would be that I would occasionally be required to use my right brain and do a little thinking on my own. Truthfully, I really enjoy reading literature and mulling over its significance in my mind. It gives me a creative outlet. Right now, for instance, I’m reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. So far, it’s a quality book (I’m about 30 pages in; it’s 300 pages). There’s just something about being able to stare into a black and white sea of letters and loose myself in an imaginary world. I guess, “my world” simply doesn’t seem that interesting most of the time. I’m sure that says something about my personality, or my world-view, or my outlook on life, but I really don’t feel like bothering with all that right now.

It looks like I might be playing a show with my good buddy Chris Case sometime at the end of March. Tentatively, it’s gonna’ be March 30 at the Oxford Coffee House, but I really have no idea if that’s an official date, or a ballpark figure. Basically, Chris’ll be the musician performing and I’ll be fumbling with my guitar, trying not to make so much noise as to drown out the music. I might even occasionally venture an attempt at a cover, but only if I’m feeling lucky.

Man, I’m thirsty…